As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,

But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.

basket of eggs may you count your days.

Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain. 

I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath. 

Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt. 

You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands. 

But when you awake, you're in another land. 

In fields of green rolling on endlessly 

You find a fallen nest where there is no tree. 

Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root.

Dare you carve a face in that virtue food? 

I can tell what you're thinking. I see it everyday. 

I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way.

Sure you want to go walking on a night like this? 

Look, there goes another one now. One day I swear they will not miss. 

As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,

But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.

basket of eggs may you count your days.

Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.